O, Injury. O, Wolf. O, God. No—
O, red wolf born
in my father’s artery
as a stroke. O, red
wolf who gnaws
the air to the shape
of dying. O,
red wolf who killed
God. O, red wolf
who needs God.
O, red wolf, who
tramples at the edge? O,
red wolf, all my friends have been
diagnosed with you in their heads.
O, red wolf in my memory. O,
red wolf, I am
trying to stop.
The King of Doom Lesson
on Geology, Anatomy, and Psychology
Fire is a mineral. If anyone thinks differently,
think about cinder: grains, stilled infernos,
A city burns in his chest.
Flares sprout asphodels along burn holes
in his ribs. Fiery petals shower the wind.
Of course fire incinerates. He’s afraid of how fast.